Visual Culture: At Home with Trinidad’s Master Artist, LeRoy Clarke

Outer Bedroom Area/Library

I have a poem which says: β€œTo see light and not touch it, I myself will become such a mess of popular sadness. Rather forsake this tomb to go tipping on water, to nest in a lullaby of light. Fossil of confusion”

This is the heart of the space, but it is a space that is reserved. I don’t know if I made it so or if it evolved that way. The functions in the house somehow yield away from it, so in a way it remains the most private space.

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